THE GIFT OF LIFE.

The seed  falls on fallow ground,

Full of the possibility of a new tomorrow.

It waits in the dark cocoon of night

For the spring rains to come and kiss

The outer shell with needed moisture.

Droplets of rain fall gently against its skin.

It cracks open with a shout of exaltation.

It raises its tiny seedling leaves

And inches up through dirt and rock,

Needing the warmth of the sun’s rays.

 

Like liquid gold, the sun’s heat and light

Flows through its tiny leaves and stem.

Held in the sun’s embrace, the tree grows

With each gentle rain that falls,

Reveling in the strength of its trunk,

Its branches reaching upward,

And its green leaves seeking the sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Power, grace, and courage, 

All come together to create beauty,

In a world torn with war and sorrow. 

The tree sways, creaks, and bends

Under the force of the wind.

Yet it remains upright, strong,

 Transcending mediocrity

To become a gift of Life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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